A/N: WOW! With every chapter I seem to be picking up new reviewers which is
great! i'm glad you're enjoying this and I hope I've made the situation
feel real, I hope that I've made both sides of the whole thing clear.
Anyway I have this all written out, plan wise. Enjoy!-Kiera
Chapter Five: Somebody Else's Girl
It was a Sunday night and Alex was too stressed to sleep. She was lying on the single bed in her hotel room with her head hanging over the edge, watching a 'Sex and the City' re run. She hated series two, the whole Carrie getting over Big thing just rang too true, but there wasn't anything else on. When she arrived home she had to go back to John's and pick up the rest of her things. She was dreading it and got the distinct feeling she was going to burst into tears once she walked over the doorstep. Alex had been very proud of herself for not turning into a mess at the store, although she had spent the rest of her day listening to sad songs with her head buried under a pillow. This was so much harder then she expected, even though she'd gone out with Randy a couple of times John was still on her mind, a lot. The bastard. Torrie was no longer sympathetic, John had cheated so Alex should get over him. Soon, like today. The night before Randy had asked her what she thought about them offically becoming an 'us'. She hadn't really been sure, Alex still hadn't quiet grapsed the concept that 'us' was no longer her and John. But she'd nodded, told him it would be great. She had always liked being an 'us', she still was, just with someone else. She was someone's girl again, she couldn't help but wonder if John knew. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~ John did know. He found out the same way Alex had, backstage gossip. That he hadn't wanted. It wasn't what he had wanted to hear. Ever since he'd seen her in the store he'd been racking his brains for what to say, something he could do to get her back, or at least to stop her from hating him. He hadn't got his words exact yet, but he had been sure if he could just sit her down and talk to her, he could make her see sense. He'd be able to convince Alex that he still loved her and maybe that they could still have a chance. But now it was too late, it was offical, the news had broken. Alexandra Springer was Randy Orton's girlfriend. Some of the boys in the locker room, the few who sympathised, told him she was on the rebound and rebounds never lasted. He tried to find comfort in that, but it was hard. His plan had been blown, Alex was somebody else's girl. What else could he do? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~ The whole time Alex was there, packing up the last of her things, John watched from a distant with a constant mental tug willing him to say something. She hadn't spoken to him, not even to ask where he'd put her CD's and the rest of her clothes. John offered to help her carry the boxes out to the van, but the look she shot him gave him a clear 'no'. Eventually everything was packed up and John was watching her shut the doors of the van. She turned back to John with her hands deep in the pockets of her jeans, her eyes almost willing him to say something. So he did,
"Alex. There's something I need to tell you."
"What?" she asked, not moving from her space by the van and the cold tone gone from her voice.
'Just say it,' his head was whispering. 'Just say it. Just tell her. '
"Alex, I....."
She walked towards him, stopping only inches from his face. There was a sparkle in her eyes that could of been the onset of tears.
"Alex, I'm happy you're with Randy." He said. His words came out in a rush. " I'm glad you've found someone who won't need a second chance."
She nodded slowly. "Me too."
Chapter Five: Somebody Else's Girl
It was a Sunday night and Alex was too stressed to sleep. She was lying on the single bed in her hotel room with her head hanging over the edge, watching a 'Sex and the City' re run. She hated series two, the whole Carrie getting over Big thing just rang too true, but there wasn't anything else on. When she arrived home she had to go back to John's and pick up the rest of her things. She was dreading it and got the distinct feeling she was going to burst into tears once she walked over the doorstep. Alex had been very proud of herself for not turning into a mess at the store, although she had spent the rest of her day listening to sad songs with her head buried under a pillow. This was so much harder then she expected, even though she'd gone out with Randy a couple of times John was still on her mind, a lot. The bastard. Torrie was no longer sympathetic, John had cheated so Alex should get over him. Soon, like today. The night before Randy had asked her what she thought about them offically becoming an 'us'. She hadn't really been sure, Alex still hadn't quiet grapsed the concept that 'us' was no longer her and John. But she'd nodded, told him it would be great. She had always liked being an 'us', she still was, just with someone else. She was someone's girl again, she couldn't help but wonder if John knew. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~ John did know. He found out the same way Alex had, backstage gossip. That he hadn't wanted. It wasn't what he had wanted to hear. Ever since he'd seen her in the store he'd been racking his brains for what to say, something he could do to get her back, or at least to stop her from hating him. He hadn't got his words exact yet, but he had been sure if he could just sit her down and talk to her, he could make her see sense. He'd be able to convince Alex that he still loved her and maybe that they could still have a chance. But now it was too late, it was offical, the news had broken. Alexandra Springer was Randy Orton's girlfriend. Some of the boys in the locker room, the few who sympathised, told him she was on the rebound and rebounds never lasted. He tried to find comfort in that, but it was hard. His plan had been blown, Alex was somebody else's girl. What else could he do? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~ The whole time Alex was there, packing up the last of her things, John watched from a distant with a constant mental tug willing him to say something. She hadn't spoken to him, not even to ask where he'd put her CD's and the rest of her clothes. John offered to help her carry the boxes out to the van, but the look she shot him gave him a clear 'no'. Eventually everything was packed up and John was watching her shut the doors of the van. She turned back to John with her hands deep in the pockets of her jeans, her eyes almost willing him to say something. So he did,
"Alex. There's something I need to tell you."
"What?" she asked, not moving from her space by the van and the cold tone gone from her voice.
'Just say it,' his head was whispering. 'Just say it. Just tell her. '
"Alex, I....."
She walked towards him, stopping only inches from his face. There was a sparkle in her eyes that could of been the onset of tears.
"Alex, I'm happy you're with Randy." He said. His words came out in a rush. " I'm glad you've found someone who won't need a second chance."
She nodded slowly. "Me too."